DUNCAN GRAY (Robert Burns) Weary fa` you, Duncan Gray! (Ha, ha, the girdin o`t!) Wae gae by you, Duncan Gray! (Ha, ha, the girdin o`t!) When a` the lave gae to their play, Then I maun sit the lee-lang day, And jeeg the cradle wi my tae, And a` for the girdin o`t! Bonie was the lammas moon, (Ha, ha, the girdin o`t!) Glow`rin a`the hills, aboon, (Ha, ha, the girdin o`t!) The girdin brak, the beast cam down, I tint my curch and baith my shoon, And, Duncan, ye`re an unco loun- Wae on the bad girdin o`t! But, Duncan, gin ye`ll keep your aith, (Ha, ha, the girdin o`t!), I`se bless you wi my hindmost breath, (Ha, ha, the girdin o`t!) Duncan, gin ye`ll keep your aith, The beast again can bear us baith, And auld Mess John will mend the skaith, And clout the bad girdin o`t. tune: Duncan Gray (394) filename[ DNCNGRAY play.exe DNCNGRAY ARB ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===
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